Songs of Granada and the Alhambra, with Other Poems

Saunders and Otley, 1836 - 231 páginas

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Página 77 - The tear down childhood's cheek that flows Is like the dewdrop on the rose ; When next the summer breeze comes by, And waves the bush, the flower is dry.
Página 99 - Abdeli, upon leaving Granada, after its conquest by Ferdinand and Isabella, stopped on the hill of Padul to take a last look of his city and palace. Overcome by the sight, he burst into tears, and was thus reproached by his mother, the Sultaness Ayxa : " Thou dost well to weep, like a woman, over the loss of that kingdom which thou knewest not how to defend and die for like a man.
Página 57 - My husband, thou art near ! He'll chide me for my fond distress, And with a kind and gay caress Buoy up my sinking heart; Yet he will tempt the wave again, And call the anxious terrors vain That rack me when we part. Beautiful is the deep blue sea, When summer gales sigh placidly • Over the billows hoar ; 'Tis music then to hear them dash, As the bright waters leap and flash Against the rocky shore. But now, in every echoing surge I hear a note of Ocean's dirge Around its victim's bier! He's safe!...
Página 32 - Rosalie's dove \viis lost ; And the winter's wind had withered each flower On the myrtle she valued most. But a cypress grew where the myrtle's bloom Once scented the morning air ; And under its shade was a marble tomb, And Rosalie's home was there ! THE NORMAN BATTLE-SONG. Tun exclamation,
Página 33 - Aux fils des prcux ! red be your swords With many a crimson battle-stain ! Fight on ! ye noble knights and lords, Stay not to count the warlike slain ! Aux fils des preux ! from many a heart The silent prayer now is breathing, Who with fond hopes saw ye depart ; Fair hands the victor's crown are wreathing! Aux fils des preux ! On ! soldiers on ! Your blades arc keen, your courage strong ! Suon shall the conqueror's meed be won, And triumph swell our battle-song!
Página 56 - A YOUNG LADY. O, COULD I calm yon raging sea, Whose mountain waves toss fearfully Their giant crests of foam ! For HE is in his slender bark, Breasting that world of waters dark ; Kind Ocean, waft him home ! 'Tis awful at such hour to wake, And dare the tempest for his sake, Trembling with hope and fear; To listen to the sea-gull's scream— I see, I see the white sail gleam ! My husband, thou art near ! He'll chide me for my fond distress, And with a kind and gay caress Buoy up my sinking heart;...
Página 22 - I KNOW not why ! — but oft a deep gloom shading, Steals o'er my gayest mood, my happiest hours ; The glory from my ardent soul is fading — A tempest withers Hope's reviving flowers! I know not why ! I know not why! —but oft, when laughter thrilling, Leaves its light echo joyously behind, Tears from their secret founts mine eyes are filling; I shudder, as the leaf shakes in the wind— I know not why!
Página 19 - O'er the Sierra's heights resound ! The shock of steeds, the hard-won fight Are dearer to my mind, Than all the pleasures which delight, In royal courts combin'd.
Página 122 - Feirau in the Desert of Sinai, where a mountain is shown from which two young girls precipitated themselves, having the ringlets of their hair twisted together ; thus they dashed themselves to pieces, because on that evening they were to be married, by an arrangement of their friends, to men whom they disliked. The summit from which they threw themselves is still called Hadjar el Benat, or the " Damsels

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